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The Great Western Mountains

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SINIB:

--- Quote from: Aiden on April 03, 2021, 02:22:48 AM ---Sage

Looking Thorra in the eye, Sage frowned in consideration of her ominous words. Her nostrils flared again with a huff once, twice, long pauses between breaths, until finally she crossed her arms and turned back to the path at hand. "Ominous is fine. Perhaps the next monster to attack us will be edible."

Then a large, reptilian tail suddenly appeared to smack Thorra's pretty face and wave from behind Sage's prominent posterior. "Shall we?"

--- End quote ---

Thorra

Thorra shook her head and grinned at the feisty teasing of the dragon. Did she like her, simply tolerate her, secretly hate her, or a combination of the three? Thorra didn't know, and after taking in the fine, apple-shaped bottom barely covered by panties, grabbed onto the tip of the tail and lifted herself up the ground using it.

"We shall."

Aiden:
Sage

The druid flinched at the sudden and unexpected grasping. "B-Be more gentle, you hammerheaded brute!" Sage's draconic tail smacked at Thorra's hand, and she continued on with an exceptionally loud 'huff.'


Though the company was far from desolate, little of the same could be said for the next stretch of their journey. They made camp but a handful of times in places where the sickly mist of the mountains thinned. Something malevolent had made its way through this steep passage, something old and wretched that left all in its wake similarly afflicted.

The stench was the worst, and the longer Sage was forced to endure it the more prominently she chose to display the threatening characteristics of her true race: prominent horns, razor sharp claws, slit eyes and hints of smooth bark skin beneath her elven clothes. The talons of her feet dug furrows into the earth in fits of nervousness as she reoriented their journey to the motions of the air, to subtle disturbances on the ground, to traces of ash and dust and dry rotted meat.

Time was an uncertainty.

Then the path began to change. They left the mist behind, or rather it was pushed back behind their path. The why quickly became apparent - a road! There was an actual road, a cracked and overgrown thing of white stone lined with shining pillars dozens of times taller than they were. The sickly miasma that clung to their journey was warded away. And yet here and there they appeared tarnished, shot through with black veins that set up Sage's hackles like little else.

Thorra saw the arrow in the ground near one of them ,and the withered arm clutching at it in a deathly grip. A trail of freshly drying blood led away, further down the path.

SINIB:
Thorra

Thorra swept Sage up protectively into her arms as if she were a maiden in distress, carrying her through the dangerous terrain unerringly and ready to protect her at a moment's notice.

Aiden:
The Mountain Pass

There was nothing inherently dangerous about the terrain in question now. Indeed, it was the clearest and safest of all stretches in their forsaken journey. More remains littered their way, tarnishing white and gold with black and blood. Scattered limbs, a torso here and there, a pile of sharp pointed ears torn and left as rubbish. It was fresh, and yet decaying before their very eyes. Thorra's swift pace took them well past that point in moments. The distant din of battle filled their ears.

The twang of bowstrings. Keening blades slicing air. Impacts against flesh and metal, against ground.

The path crested up into a great hill. The warmth of the rising sun caught their back for the first time in forever as they left the natural walls of endless grey below.

An arrow flashed by Sage's face, and she flinched before turning her skin entirely to bark.

There, they saw it.

Kotomine_Rin:
Vanangandr

The great Western Mountains were a swirling mass of spires reaching to the heavens, like outstretched arms grasping at whatever laid amidst the sun. Like earthern lances cast down to the depths of the earth. These colossal structures of stone were brimming with life, with danger, with whatever one might seek. But answers? None can say.

A lone man scaled these structures, alone. Was it his calling? Some quest? What riches or fame did he seek climbing these unreachable heights? Was it some sort of ambition? No, not at all. Not in the slightest. The desire was far more benign, almost mundane.

He came because he wanted to help a friend.

"Haaah, pwahh... finally. I thought these things couldn't be made any higher." He reached the final steppe, grabbing at the rock with herculean might. Soon, the armored man scaled the final step and found himself at the peak, unalone.

Before him stood the fallen seraph, meditating.

"...The view is nice." Well, one might call him a man, but truthfully he was no more than a teenager, soon to reach maturity. It was that sort of vigor and youth that fueled his passion, but at the same time, it was the cause of innocent insecurity when he approached the woman. Almost like a hesitation. He felt... unsure of what to do.

I never got to thank you for back then. I'm... sorry. I was a coward, If it weren't for my weakness... I should have been there too. I should have helped you more in your quest. I am an idiot. He looked down in shame. These terrible visions, these nightmares of the past. They still hadn't stopped since that day. In it, he saw strange visions, like prophecies. He saw an angel descending from the heavens, cutting down and burning all those he had once known and loved with fire and judgment.

He felt scared to ask, if the people he hadn't seen in so long were still favored by the gods. But he did not. He didn't want to burden the girl with more.

"Are you... okay?"

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